The Not So Good Girl

Explaining to Hermione was the easy part.

Explaining to Hogwarts was a different story.

Not only the students, but the professors as well, were intent on making their opinions known. Pansy Parkinson, for instance, had cornered her in the bathroom, called her every imaginable name, and attempted to jinx her. Luckily Virginie’s magical skills far exceeded Pansy’s, and nothing happened, but it was the principle of it that bothered her.

Similarly, a few days later, Professor Snape awarded her one hundred points for Ravenclaw for simply answering his question about what date it was. Professor McGonagall, on the other hand, would hardly speak to her, and Flitwick, her head of house, asked to speak with her privately regarding some rather “hasty decisions,” as he put it.

All this aside, Virginie was most concerned about her friends. Harry, for instance, though now dating Ginny, was visibly disappointed and angry when she broke the news to him, and how could she blame him? She was, after all, dating his rival. Ron was stunned, but quickly was over it, especially because Hermione didn’t seem to find any fault with the pair. Hermione’s approval was reassuring to Virginie, because she was almost certain that if Hermione approved, it must be fine.

As far as Draco went, he truly did not seem to care who knew about their relationship. He held her hand and kissed her before classes, leaving other students to scratch their heads and ask, “How did that happen?”

Virginie spent most of her nights in Draco’s suite. Not only was it convenient, but it was also nice to be away from the other students who were constantly giving her sideways glances and whispering behind her back as she studied, researched, or simply lounged, in the Ravenclaw common room. Instead, she and Hermione took to studying in the Suite. With N.E.W.T.s coming this year, the workload was sky-high. Hermione admittedly had twice the work as Virginie, for she was constantly correcting and revising Ron’s work as well as her own. Virginie, perhaps biased because she was a Ravenclaw and naturally adept at studying on her own, could not understand why Hermione would constantly help Ron—but then again, they were engaged. Even so, Virginie was glad that Draco did not ask for her help; instead, he sat hunched over his large desk, scribbling away furiously until it was well past midnight and Hermione had already gone to bed.

Some nights, Virginie, having finished her homework a few hours earlier, would doze on the chaise, waiting for him to finish his work. He usually came over when he was done and gently shook her, or sometimes he simply carried her up the stairs to the bedroom.

The next Friday, however, Virginie sat working on a particularly difficult Potions essay that was due Monday. She had worked on it most of the night, after finishing her other work, but it was now nearing midnight and she was nowhere near complete. Filing the essay away, she rose from her own desk, stretched, and sauntered over toward Draco, who, she now realized, had fallen asleep on top of what seemed to be the Defense against the Dark Arts essay she had finished earlier that night. Gently she shook him, hoping he would wake…she did not particularly relish the thought of levitating her boyfriend up to bed.

“Mmmmm,” he groaned, barely stirring.

“Darling, it’s nearly midnight. We must go to bed,” she urged, stroking his silky blond hair.

Grudgingly, Draco rose from the desk and headed for the stairs. Once he had fallen into bed, still in his day clothes, he turned to her while she was pulling on her own pyjamas.

“I love you.”

“Pardon me?” she asked incredulously.

“I love you, Virginie,” he said, then rolled over and fell asleep.

Now wide awake, she slipped into bed beside him. Did he really mean that? she wondered. After all, the poor boy was half asleep. It was rather soon for this talk of love, though they had been sleeping together and living in such close quarters. She found herself soon drifting off to sleep, resting her head gently against Draco’s chest. Perhaps she would ask him in the morning…

That, however, proved difficult. About ten the next morning, when Virginie had just begun stirring for the day, she heard what was always a rather unpleasant sound: Ron and Hermione having sex. Not only were they having sex, but they were engaging in said activity in the bathroom. The bathroom that they all shared.

Next to her, Draco groaned. She rolled over and tried to open her eyes.

“Too early,” she mumbled, pulling the covers over her head.

“It’s not thaaaat early, baby,” he replied, caressing her silky skin under the covers. “But I wish those two would have some consideration for us. They’re not the only ones living in this Suite.”

“Nuuughhhh,” was all she could manage to reply.

“We had sex in there,” he reasoned.

Virginie retreated further beneath the covers. A few minutes later, she popped her head out.

“Are they in the bathtub or the shower, Draco?”

“I think it’s the bathtub,” he replied. “I think if they were in the shower, we’d be able to hear more.”

“Fancy a shower?” Virginie grinned, pulling him toward the bathroom.

“I’d love one,” he said, casting off garments as he walked toward the door. Virginie opened it and they snuck into the shower, carefully closing the metal door behind them, to try to avoid making noise.

The shower was large and stone and required the bather to walk down three steps into it. There was a large seat at the bottom with a removable shower handle (perfect for waxing her legs, Virginie had found). This is where Virginie sat to undress when they reached the bottom. Draco started the water. They could still hear Hermione’s ragged breathing and the sloshing of the water from the tub, but the shower spray drowned out the bulk of the noise they’d had to listen to in the bedroom.

Virginie grinned evilly at Draco.

“Competition time?” he asked hopefully.

“Yes.”

He lowered himself to his knees so that he was level with Virginie, who sat cross-legged on the stone bench. He kissed her passionately, soon moving to her supple breasts, which longed for his electrifying touch. He rubbed her clit with his thumb as he licked and nibbled her breasts, and soon he uncrossed her legs and pushed her back against the stone wall of the shower. Wrapping her legs around his head, he began to devour her wet, throbbing pussy.

Virginie gasped as he hit a particularly sensitive spot, sending shudders down her spine. As he licked more and more, she found herself spinning out of control, until she was screaming for more, more, more….screaming for his cock. He gave it to her, long and thick, kneeling over the bench. He put her legs over his shoulders and buried his cock deep inside her, so that she screamed constantly for him.

Only when she had cum did Draco flip her over so that she was bent over the bench, doggie style, ready to receive him. He pushed himself in slowly, which drove her crazy, and grabbed her hips for support. He thrust in and out of her so fast, she began to climax yet again. Forgetting that Ron and Hermione were still there, she began screaming at Draco.

“Spank me, Draco….harder….harder!!!” she screamed, feeling herself about to explode. “Fuck me like a dirty whore, cum all over my tight pussy!”

He exploded all over her, pulled out, and came more on her tight, toned ass. Then, before she could sit up, he knelt down and began licking the cum off her ass and pussy. Her clit was so sensitive, she felt herself screaming again, screaming for him to make her cum one more time, and he did.

Feeling exhausted, yet extremely satisfied, the two began taking their postponed shower. When they had finished, Draco waited in the bed as Virginie finished styling her hair and applying makeup. They then went down the steps to the lounging area, where Ron and Hermione now sat.

“Morning,” Draco grumbled as they walked past them.

When they’d returned, they found Ron and Hermione just where they’d left them. Hermione was knitting and Ron was writing an essay. They looked up as Draco and Virginie climbed through the portrait hole.

“Oy, Draco,” Ron said, “I was going to borrow one of your quills this morning, but good thing I didn’t, you might’ve spanked me.”

Hermione giggled.

Virginie blushed, but Draco did not falter.

“Yeah, I might’ve,” Draco said, flopping down on the couch and pulling Virginie down with him. “Make fun all you want, Weasley, but Virginie isn’t complaining…are you, V?”

She shook her head absentmindedly, then looked at him and grinned. She gave him a small kiss on the cheek that turned into short, passionate kisses.

“Cool it!” Hermione said, aiming her wand at them. It gave off an icy blast that separated them at once. Still, they looked at one another and grinned guiltily.

“And do your parents know about this blissful relationship?” Hermione asked skeptically, still holding her wand threateningly in her hand.

Virginie shook her head. “My parents don’t really write me, and I didn’t feel it was necessary to write them.” She turned to Draco.

“Mother and Father know,” he told Hermione, stroking Virginie’s hair. “V’s coming to the mansion for Halloween.”

They smiled at one another, though Virginie’s stomach had shot to her throat and Ron and Hermione exchanged knowing looks. They didn’t, however, say anything while in Draco’s presence, but instead Hermione chose to discuss this with Virginie later, in the privacy of her bedroom.

“Do you really think you’ll fit in at Draco’s home?” Hermione asked.

Virginie shrugged and refused to meet Hermione’s eyes.

“They’re Dark Wizards, V,” she whispered, looking slightly afraid. “I don’t care how nice Draco is to you. Look, he cares about you, I know that much—but I doubt he’s going to change just for some girl. I was okay with this when it was just a simple affair, but meeting his parents? Only serious boyfriends and girlfriends do that, and you and Draco…you’ve been together just over a month. I’m worried,” she said shortly.

“Truthfully, so am I,” Virginie replied, twirling her wand in her hand. “I do like Draco…he’s the perfect gentleman when I’m around…and I’m worried, Hermione. He might change when he’s with his parents…and what if I can’t end it? What if I’m stuck?”

This is what had bothered her most. She knew Draco’s family was very powerful, especially his father. They had powers and means of extortion her family did not possess. Truthfully, it wouldn’t surprise her a bit if she tried to end her relationship with Draco and then had to face the retaliation of his family. It scared her shitless. She knew that Lucius Malfoy knew her father from work, and, honestly, who was Lucius to judge? He’d recently been released from Azkaban…who was he to judge her? And her father—he was soon to be appointed to the Wizengamot, if the rumors were true.

Hermione sensed Virginie trying to convince herself she was good enough for the Malfoys, and she let out a sniff of laughter. “Oh come on, Virginie. Your family is ancient, probably even more so than the Malfoys. Your father definitely has a better position than Draco’s…just don’t worry about it. …Er….”

“What?”

“Your father…erm…he didn’t…on the committee…Draco’s father…”

“Oh, gracious, no!!!” Virginie exclaimed. “He was in France at the time and couldn’t make the hearing.” She lowered her voice. “But between us, he said he would’ve agreed and found him guilty…”

Hermione nodded, then frowned. “It’ll be fine. I just hope your families don’t argue. You don’t want this to turn into Romeo and Juliet.”

“Who are Romeo and Juliet?” Virginie asked.

“You really should have taken Muggle Studies,” Hermione scoffed.